..” she stopped me mid sentence.She looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes before speaking. “Tim,” she started slowly, “I need to tell yo... something...” there was a long pause.“What is it?” I asked.“I...” she sighed and, after another decent pause, she continued. “I've... been in love with you... for a while, now... a long while.”Stunned, I just looked at her as she continued to explain.“I was eleven... we were at the lake... I went to the back to change and I saw... I saw you. You were. (I have also tried all of these)-if u have a small pussy you dont want something to big in ur pussy or it will be hard to hide ur moans. If you are a teenager i suggest not using anything to big around ur parents. When i was f******n i tried to go an entire day with a golf ball in my pussy with no panties on the day of a family reunion, Lets just say its hard to have a conversation with my grandma while a golf ball stretched open my tiny f******n year old pussy. Luckly, I was wearing jeans that. .." "But you wanted me to..." "You're a jerk!" she screamed. "Ow! I'm reporting this to the Feminist club, and every girl on campus is going to know what a creep you are..." "Hey!" the anger rose in his voice. "That's not fair! You wanted it..." Get away from me!" she said, her voice deepening oddly as she grabbed her clothes and dressed quickly. "But..." he stammered as she headed for the door in her disheveled clothing."No girl will ever want anything to do with you ever. " 'Candace' so suited her he was thinking. He had all but forgotten his fiancee's name at this juncture. Right then the stewardess parked her trolley alongside them in the aisle and enquired as to their preference for a drink. Tempted as he was to ask for a bottle of champagne and two glasses, they settled for a ginger ale each. He was desperately hoping she wouldn't ask how old he was because he would have to have lied. He knew he looked little more than twenty-two or three and that he.